"You're all the same, the lot of you, with your long hair and faggot clothes. Drugs, sex, every sort of filth. And you hate the police, don't you?" - Let Sleeping Corpses Lie
"Religion is something left over from the infancy of our intelligence; it will fade away as we adopt reason and science as our guidelines." - Bertrand Russell
I'm Dominic.
I like my coffee the way I like my metal.
I've come to the realization that I more or less float shiftlessly from one idea or desire to the next. It seems to work out for me somehow. I suggest you try it sometime.
My life consists of unlocking the unlimited power of my imagination and entertaining delusions of grandeur. My work no longer has robotic dinosaurs and I am saddened by that. I still live alone in a studio apartment in Berkeley. I used to argue with myself and yell at furniture, but now I laugh with myself and yell at weather. I dislike being in one place for too long and if I'm forced to sit still, I get grumpy. I'm planning my escape. It seriously throws me off when people tell me to stop drumming on the surface of something with my hands. By doing so, they've interrupted an intricate internal rhythm which has probably been circulating in my head for hours. Generally speaking, my brain oscillates between two settings:
1. Zombies
2. Sex
As you can imagine, the overlap is horrifying.
My open challenge to anyone who thinks that they can beat me in a game of Duckhunt still stands. Fight me.
